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FUNERAL RAIN
07:30
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FUNERAL RAIN BURNS
AND SEEDS THE ROTTING SOIL
NO GREEN, NO BROWN
SICK GREY, SICK GREY
AND THE SICKLE MOON RISES
OVER EMPTY DEAD FIELDS
NO CRY BREAKS THE STILL
MY WEDDING NIGHT
MY PRETTY YOUNG BRIDE
WHERE HAS YOUR PRETTY DRESS GONE?
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN
WE DRIFT ALONE THROUGH WINTER'S SLEEP
WE SINK BREAST FIRST INTO THE DEEP
FUNERAL RAIN
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THIS RUIN THIS WASTE
THESE TOO SHALL FALL
AND TURN AGAIN
TO WILDERNESS
THESE WORDS REMAIN:
UNKNOWABLE
DARK WET ROOTS
AND THE WOODS FAIL
THEIR STRANGE ECHOS,
IT'S COOL WATERS
A DARK, SILENT,
A STILL GLASSY MIRROR
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3. |
GOD OV WOLVES
05:44
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THERE ABOVE ANCIENT WOODS
OLD GODS ROAM THE TWILIGHT
OLD SPYRITS HAUNT THE THICKETS
WHERE OUR BLOOD NOURISHED THE EARTH
FORESTS FALL BLACK
AND COWER AT THE WOLVES HOWL
BREAKING COLD
ACROSS THE FROST AND SNOW
ALL THE STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY
SHIVER IN THEIR VAST DOME
LOFTY BEYOND ALL HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS
CURSE THE HUNTER'S CRY
CURSE MERCILESS EYES
NEVER VIRGIN PURE
SPIRIT BORN IN ICE
FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE STARS
UNDER FOREST EVES
O'ER MOUNTAINS AND DARK STREAMS
THROUGH SLEEPING VILLAGES
WHERE FOLK LIE IN DREAMS
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4. |
LEAVES FALL IN AUTUMN
04:39
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UNSPOKEN
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5. |
THE FROST AND THE TYRANT
04:33
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MOONSET COMES
FORESTS WEEP AS FROST CREEPS
HERE, A POWER TAKES HOLD
LEADS ME THROUGH SOFT SLEEP
INTO A DEEPER CHILL
WHERE STRENGTH BURNS,
WHERE WILL REIGNS
FEAR IS WEAKNESS
LOVE IS FEAR
FATE WILL GUIDE US HOME
I WILL ASCEND
TO THE VAULTS OF THE SKY
FEAR WILL BE MY GUIDE
LOVE WILL BE MY BETRAYER
SHE IS A SECRET
GUARDED BY STONE
HIDDEN IN DUSK
WHERE WEAK MEN DARE NOT GO
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COME MOURNING COME
SET YOUR WEARY EYES TO SLEEP
COME WITH THE DAWN
WITH YOUR LOVER'S VIGIL KEEP
COME...
LITTLE SPARROW IN YOUR TREE
WILL YOU SING YOUR SONG FOR THE LIGHT?
DAYS WILL COME WHEN YOU'LL BE GONE
AND MEN WILL SAY
"SUCH WERE THE TIMES IN THE LAND OF OUR BIRTH"
COME MOURNING COME
WITH YOUR LONG NIGHT'S DEMONS FLEE
AND RETURN TO WILDERNESS
COME TO ME
THERE ABOVE ANCIENT WOODS
OLD GODS ROAM THE TWILIGHT
OLD SPYRITS HAUNT THE THICKETS
AND MEN WILL SAY
"SUCH WERE THE TIMES IN THE LAND OF OUR BIRTH,
HERE WHERE OUR BLOOD NOURISHED THE EARTH
THIS IS OUR PAST
COME, MOURNING, COME"
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Old Witch
Stooping in a rotting throne of dead oak, casting black thoughts to the stars, burning cold over the glacial wilderness, she reaches withered hands to the cold, eternal night, vast above the deep winter forest. We have spilled our lives an offering to old gods, this brooding vast land. Come, the funeralboats unfurl cruel sails to the north wind, seeking haven beyond the pillars of death.... ... more
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